Fawn’s Christmas Party

“It’s cold out today,” said Spot, coming into the barn from outside.

“Yeah it sure is,” said Fawn, standing beside the open door.

“I guess Christmas won’t be too far away,” said Spot.

“Oh good!” exclaimed Fawn, happily. “I love Christmas!”

“Me too!” exclaimed Spot. “You know its only two weeks away.”

“We should have a Christmas party,” said Fawn.

“That’s a great idea!” said Spot. “When do you want to have one?”

“This afternoon,” said Fawn.

“Okay but there’s a lot of work to do,” said Spot.

“Leave it all up to me!” exclaimed Fawn.

“Are you sure?” asked Spot.

“Yes,” said Fawn. “I am sure.”

Spot went back outside and almost ran into Ricky and Heather Hansen, her owners.

“What are you doing outside today?” Ricky asked Spot.

“Well, believe it or not, Fawn’s planning a Christmas party for this afternoon,” said Spot.

“Oh my!” exclaimed Heather.

“What are you doing out here then?” asked Ricky. “Shouldn’t you be helping him?”

“He doesn’t want any help,” said Spot.

“Oh no!” exclaimed Ricky. “This is going to be one strange party.”

“Let’s all help him,” said Heather. “Let’s help Fawn make this be the best Christmas party ever!”

“Yeah,” said Spot. “Heather, you and I could get the food together and Ricky, you could call Grampy, Nanny and the aunts, uncles and cousins.”

“Okay!” exclaimed Ricky. “Let’s do it.”

In a few hours, Ricky came out into the kitchen. There was piles and piles of food on the table.

“Everyone is coming!” exclaimed Ricky.

“Everyone is coming where?” asked Mr. And Mrs. Hansen, coming into the kitchen.

“Oh good!” said Ricky, seeing the grocery bags in their arms. “More food!”

“What is going on here?” asked Mr. Hansen.

Ricky explained everything to his mother and father.

“That Fawn!” exclaimed Mr. Hansen. “He’s the one holding the party but you guys are the ones doing all the work.”

“He means well!” exclaimed Mrs. Hansen, laughing.

Before long, cars and trucks started pulling into the driveway.

“Let’s all go down to the barn,” said Spot.

“Where have you been all afternoon?” asked Fawn, when Spot opened the barn door.

“I’ve been busy,” said Spot.

“Well, so have I,” said Fawn, pointing to the most beautiful Christmas tree of all, standing in the corner of the barn.

“That is beautiful Fawn,” said Nanny, peaking her head around the corner of her wheelchair.

“Nanny!” exclaimed Fawn, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I heard that there is a party here today,” said Nanny.

Grampy was right behind Nanny with his guitar in his hand.

“Grampy!” exclaimed Fawn. “You’re here too!”

“You don’t think I’d miss your party, do you?” asked Grampy.

“How did you guys know about it?” asked Fawn. “I was so busy decorating that I forgot all about inviting everyone.”

“You can’t have a party if you don’t invite anyone,” said Nanny. “That’s okay, though, a little birdie told me all about it.”

“Oh,” said Fawn.

“Okay,” said Grampy. “Let’s eat!”

“Oh, oh!” said Fawn. “I forgot all about the food, too!”

“Never fear,” said Heather and Ricky, each carrying a tray of food.

“Whew!” exclaimed Fawn, wiping his brow.

“Now, let’s get this party going,” said Grampy, taking out his guitar an singing.

“Good idea,” everyone exclaimed, singing along with Grampy.


 

Moral of this Story:

  • Good old fashioned sing-a-longs are the best Christmas parties.
  • Example: Fawn wanted to have a Christmas party but he forgot to invite anyone. Spot, Rick and Heather Hansen all secretly helped with Fawn’s party.

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